Sentences with phrase «through small kindnesses»

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Our company's purpose is to «Move the World,» and every person we hire is passionate about making the world a better place, even if that occurs only through small acts of kindness.

Through the adroit kindness of a Polish peasant woman with whom his father had done business, he took a new identity, learned enough catechism to «pass,» and was guided to a small farm where he could be a helper to a childless couple.

Through small daily actions of gratitude, mindfulness, and kindness, I trained my brain to gravitate toward optimism.

I've learned how small acts of kindness means to others through regular volunteering.

Dixon, particularly, must find forgiveness from people he has hurt, and it comes to him through small acts of kindness, from being shown a basic decency he has never shown anyone himself.

There are big questions about homesickness and how one fits in to a new world — the answer to both seems to be «through the kindness of strangers» — but also a romance that's as sweeping as it is small - scale.

Enhance your practical optimism through focusing on the upside, gratitude, small acts of kindness, emotional mindfulness, brain and body exercise, and positive surroundings.

Our goal is to incorporate concepts of kindness and respect for animals into the lives of individuals and the communities they live in, through a philosophy that respecting and protecting even the smallest and weakest among us, will help us become more compassionate toward animals and toward one another.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Small acts of kindness through the years, through spaces with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, shops, islands, fishes, rooms, tools, stars, lights, & never the less people.

With the recent news about spreading kindness through everyday small acts, we invite you to watch our holiday video, and take a moment to reflect on spreading love, kindness and possibility in the new year.

With the recent news about spreading kindness through everyday small acts, we invite...

Orbuch has studied 373 couples for more than 28 years through the University of Michigan's Survey Research Center, and her research shows that frequent small acts of kindness are a predictor of happiness in a relationship.